Fight: *iz rockin'*
Raistlin: PET ME! BANZAIIIII! *leaps from chairback at lap, lands on forearms*
Me: AIGH! *inadvertently keyboard-mashes under 20 lbs of cat*
WoW: Death Coil, you say? Righty-O!
My target: *flees madly into another group of mobs*
Group: *pwns anyway*
Group: What happened?
Me: Cat needs to get his own goddamn account if he's going to criticize my playstyle!